Boat Party

I woke up in the middle of the night. Unable to go back to sleep, I decided to take a late night walk and get some soufflaqe. The next morning, John and me got up early before the boat tour to get some breakfast Byrek and Trileçe to eat by the water before heading to a bistro at the beach to grab coffee and wait for the boat tour to begin. There was party music playing from the start and we knew this would end up being a good day. By the end of my trip, my playlist would consist mostly of Balkan music. We started the tour with some shots of Tequila and conversations with some other tourists. One of them happened to be the owner of the pizza place in my hometown Mistelbach where I used to eat when I was in middle school. The world is so fucking small. I realized that the stairs we had to climb on the floating ship, that already gave me near death experiences sober, we'd soon have to climb piss drunk. For now though, we just decided to dance on deck, both John and me, his aunt and uncle, and the Egyptian guys who are living in Austria as well. As John would put it, we were getting litsky as a motherfucking titsky, and it wasn't even noon yet. From all my experiences I've gathered in the Balkans so far, breakfast drinking is too common to turn down. We made a stop at Krorëza for half an hour where we jumped from the railing to cool off, which lasted for about two minutes once we returned back to the surface and were dying of heat again. We made friends with a Turkish tourist with whom we were swimming around for the next break at Lukovë and got some more shots with. John's aunt and uncle joined us and we had a nice party on deck while awaiting lunch. That was the moment that I realized we were all shitfaced before even making it to lunch. It might be a Muslim country, but even Albania can't escape Balkan alcoholism. We swam some more before returning to deck to have lunch, going back to swim afterwards. We went on to do shots with John's family and our new Turkish friend before stopping at Borsh, where we enjoyed the waves and some drunk conversations. By the time we went back on the ship, there was foam spraying from the roof of the second deck, and we couldn't resist dancing there with other random passengeres who were as - probably not quite as, but close to - drunk as us. We went on to do traditional Albanian circle dances within the foam. This was the most Balkan experience of my life so far. Once the boat let us off back in Sarandë, we went to the closest store that sold cigarettes and the nearest public shower at the beach to wash all of the salt off of our skins. We went on to find a place that sold petullas, which I wasn't entirely sure what they were supposed to be, but John told me it was a great dessert from his country, so I wasnt going to argue. We ran into his family again on our way and instead had dinner at a restaurant by the beach. After being still stuffed from lunch and this restaurant having prices that came close to Austrian restaurants, I decided to stick to fish soup and call it a day.Leer más